There are three marks that cannot be touched in this way of heaven.
The first mark is called the "scar of fate", which is engraved on the spiritual platform of all living beings and weaves into a web of fate - no one can escape.
The second one is called the "Wedding Clothes Mark", which is planted in the body of the sword cultivator and imprisons three thousand sword souls - all of them are containers.
The third way should not exist.
It has no name, is not in the destiny book, and even its existence itself is a scam that has lasted for three hundred years.
They called him Lu Li.
A name is a lie, memory is a fiction, and scars are the "perfect container" for others.
Heaven wants him to play chess and dance to death on the web of fate.
The sword skeleton wanted him to be its slave, to be turned into firewood in eternal pain.
Even the woman who created him only regarded him as a cauldron to resurrect Taoist companions.
It wasn't until he reached the Sword-washing Cliff that Lu Li used a scar to "sew" the cracked time.
Until in the Burial Star Plains, he used the wails of three thousand sword souls as fuel to ignite his "false self".
Until he arrived in front of the Guixu Gate, he spoke softly to the messenger of the sword, to the descending gods and Buddhas, and to the sky full of cracks:
"The scars are mine."
"The pain is mine."
"This cursed body—"
He raised his hand and opened his eyes at the same time with three thousand pale gold scars on his palm:
"——Mine too."
"You want to collect it, have you asked them?"
That day, the sky began to bleed.
That day, a mark that shouldn't exist began to grow upward.
It must grow all the way to the heart of heaven.
There,
Carve your name.
Core phrases:
"Your scars are evidence of Heaven's crime."
